Ranpo was just a kid.

He was barely thirteen when it happened. When his parents died. He was so small, he didn't know what to do!

So, scared as he was, he had ran into the city. Ranpo had hoped to find someone, anybody to help him. But his parents said it was a big no no to talk with strangers.

He was just so, so scared. So, he had snuck a piece of candy with him, in hopes of having something to eat. After grabbing the big cookie, he had sprinted off into a corner. However, life had not prepared him for the streets. Especially not other hungry children.

This big kid came up to him. He seemed to be about fifteen, and was pretty chubby. He was also dirty and gross. "Oi, you there, weakling, give me that. That's what you owe for stepping here."

Ranpo trembled. He desperately wanted to keep the cookie. It had been days since he'd last eaten. Quickly, Ranpo sprinted off with the cookie.

Yet, he couldn't multitask well, so he ran into a stranger, panting. He fell onto the floor, hitting his head softly. The boy shook, tears starting to flow. "I'm sorry!"